Thursday, April 3, 2014

Once again, the University of Latverian Victors are denied their rightful path to glory through the March Madness tournament. Just because they're Doombots. Just because your laughable houses of academia cannot cobble together their own squads of competitive automota.

Observe that The Accursed Richards shrinks from the challenge. If one truly possessed the towering intellect he claims -- if one were truly a Fantastic Mister -- he would provide a local university with the means to field a team against the Victors. But, lo, he shrinks from this opportunity. And why? Because even one as dim as Richards is smart enough to see the futility. THE VICTORS WOULD EAT HIS LUNCH. AND THAT OF THE ALLIGATORS OF FLORIDA.

Have your games, fools. Doom's attention is elsewhere. The frost fades from our glorious mountains. The time of the gardening is upon us. Let us once more gouge the earth and rip from it our nourishment. Fetch Doom's sun hat. No, the one with the yellow birds.